Page 90 of Her Dark Promise

“I want some questions answered and I know that you are exhausted.” I was about to argue, but he was right; I was too tired to think straight. Especially not when my dress was so close to baring myself to him, his face close enough to feel his hot breath. “Answer five of my questions and I will help you to relax a little.”

I laughed in his face.

“I have Callum.”

“And yet, your desires have changed since my brother and I arrived, haven’t they? I don’t hear you two in the middle of the night anymore.”

I swallowed, and my face hardened. “My desires are the same.”

“They aren’t,” he said, as if he could see the lie in my eyes.

“What makes you think that you can get the job done when you have never even kissed a girl?”

I knew I was taunting him, but it was ludicrous to think he would be able to pleasure me so thoroughly that I would be able to relax.

“Then what do you have to lose?”

I shrugged, feigning nonchalance, though I felt anything but. I spread my legs a little wider for him. “Do your worst.”

The moonlight hit the windows just right so that our bodies were lit up in shattered fragments of light. Broken pieces of a whole. The dust in the air added a sense of fragmentation to the way that Soren was looking at me.

His eyes slowly roved down my body, drinking me in. He leaned his head into my leg and skimmed his nose along the inside of my thigh. Inhaling as his hands pushed the dress as high up on my hips.

“Lift,” he quietly commanded, gaining more confidence. I obeyed, lifting my hips so that he could bunch the rest of my dress up around my hips. “Fuck…”

I couldn’t help but look down at him and see him staring at my bare pussy. Heat flooded my core, knowing that I was the first woman that he had ever seen and that he would touch. I began to squirm beneath his gaze as he brought his hand over my clit and ran his fingers down until they stopped and spread me.

I couldn’t help but gasp. Callum had always worshiped me, but I had never had someone feel as though they were analyzing me—making sure to memorize every noise and movement.

“You are divine.” Soren laid me down on the pew and crawled above me, lifting one of my legs above his shoulder and setting one down on the ground.

“Soren…” I saw him dip his head down and run his tongue from my ass all the way up to my clit. “Soren!” His name left my lips as I closed my eyes and moaned, lifting my hips to get closer to him.

I needed more, my mind entering that foggy place.

He kept the pace slow and precise. I would expect nothing less, but I didn’t need his analytical side—I needed him to ravish me. I reached down and ran my hands through his hair, shuddering when he stopped at my bundle of nerves and sucked. I opened my eyes to find him staring at me, no–studying me.

He lifted his head as he inserted a finger into me, and I almost came right there, my inner walls clenched around his thick finger, refusing to let go as he slowly pumped into me.

He stopped, brought a finger up and ran it through my slit covered in my cum, and brought it to his full lips. Then he sucked on both of his fingers, eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“You taste so good. Oh my god.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Iam your god.”

He smirked at me from lowered lashes, licked his lips, and sucked more at my clit. He was fixated on it, relentless with it.

“Soren!” I screamed out as I came all over his fingers, and he didn’t stop until my body had stilled from shaking.

I tried to catch my breath as I taunted, “If you think that was enough to calm me down then—”

“Did I say I was done?” He interrupted.

Words wouldn’t come when his tongue was back on my sensitive pussy. I wasn’t used to him being so aggressive. No. Aggressive wasn’t the right word to use. I didn’t even have a word for what Soren was.

It wasn’t long before I had my second orgasm with just his tongue. And just when I thought we were done, he inserted two fingers, curved them up, and hit that spot that had me having another orgasm moments after the second one. Or was this the same one? A different one?

I could feel my eyes growing heavy more and more after every orgasm he pulled from me. I almost had to beg him to stop when his breathing on me made my legs tremble, anticipating his own form of torture. No matter how much my body craved his type of depravity.

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